Dark Times (To Those Born After)

I'm living in dark times
All innocent are fools
Anyone still smiling
Just hasn't heard
The gruesome news

Talk about a good thing
What good do good things do?
If nobody is worried
We pave the way
For gruesome truth

Watching from a safe place
Touching glass, touching wood
Oo we need to change this
Touching glass, as if that could

I came to the city
In times of chaos and of greed
A human-made catastrophe
I partied between battles
Went to sleep amongst the killers

And all my loving is careless
And I'm growing callous
My eyes are shut daytime and bloodshot in the night
I struggle to make sense
From lovesong to silence I see a battlefield
That's growing out in front of me as I'm

Watching from a safe place
Touching glass, touching wood
Oo we need to change this
Touching glass
As if that could
As if that could
As if that could



Credits
Writer(s): Linnea Racine, Michael Mark Flury
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